The old building where the tragedy happened, the strange footsteps, the sound of being chased.
These secrets fascinate Feng Xue and frighten all the equipment friends.
On the other side, the woman used a notebook to carefully record everything she heard and analyze the relationship.
This is no coincidence, men work outside the home and don't come back very often.
But every time, when he and the woman appeared here at the same time, the woman could hear the sound of footsteps.
what is this?
When the footsteps disappeared again, the woman walked forward calmly, and the man was already looking at her with a smile outside.
The man is waiting for me. They are already very good friends and talk about everything.
"How is it? Did you hear those footsteps again today?"
"Since you're here, you naturally heard it. He can be considered an old friend of ours." The woman said with a smile.
In this way, she waited for the footsteps to come again and again.
Gradually, even I didn't know whether I was looking forward to the sound of footsteps or the meeting with that man.
In short, both of them seem to be what I expect, and it is not accidental that they can always meet together.
In front of the camera, Feng Xue was still walking in the deep corridor. As he walked in circles, he seemed to understand that there were many owners of this voice.
However, this is far from enough. To know more, I really want to know more, he is looking forward to it in his heart.
He quickened his pace and walked forward like crazy, but when his pace became faster, he could no longer hear the distant sound.
All that can be heard is his own footsteps and heavy breathing.
"Friend Qi, you need to slow down your pace a little. You need to match the pace over there." Tang Sanmu said.
Now he was also very excited. He had seen some such situations in books before, but even the records in the books were very few.
Now that I see it with my own eyes, I am naturally extremely excited.
Metaphysics itself is extremely wonderful, mysterious and mysterious, and there are too many stories that are difficult to figure out.
Feng Xue followed Tang Sanmu's instructions, tried to calm down his emotions, and walked slowly forward.
The two people were gradually able to say a few words, but they had to be innocuous.
It's not about identity, it's not about time.
Otherwise, he will not hear any response.
The woman felt that the footsteps were pulling her secretly, as if she was becoming more familiar with this man.
She joked: "You can't invite this footsteps, right? It's just to strike up a conversation with me."
The man shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "If you put it that way, I actually think this voice has something to do with you.
After all, the first time we met, you were frightened because you said you heard footsteps."
Of course, this was all just a joke, but they really felt that the footsteps were guiding them and making them friends, and even beyond friends.
The twenty-eighth time I heard footsteps, the man and the woman were dancing together.
Although they had only met more than twenty times, the two had known each other for two years. On this day, the man quit his busy job.
He plans to settle down, find a wife, and stop wandering.
Today, new music is playing in the dance hall, and the atmosphere is very lively.
He prepared the ring and wanted to ask the woman if she agreed, but the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Although they usually talked about everything, when it came to a critical moment, he realized that he was so timid.
He couldn't even say a word, and he hesitated for a long time, which made the women laugh.
"What do you want to say to me? Why are you so hesitant today?" the woman asked.
The man's face froze and he turned his head: "No way, no, you saw it wrong."
"Looking at you, you don't want to confess to me, do you?" the woman asked with a smile.
The man's face turned redder: "How could it be, I..."
Hearing this, the woman's eyes were a bit disappointed, she lowered her head and muttered: "Then I am really overthinking.
I was still thinking that if you confessed your love, I might agree."
The man was excited and stammered: "Really, I...I..."
But the words behind the two words "I" could not be said after all. In the woman's expectant eyes, the man pushed her away hard.
The woman's eyes changed from surprise to fear and sadness.
A gunshot sounded without any emotion, but the hot bullet was cold, and it was the life of the caring person who was cut off.
The bullet penetrated directly through his abdomen, and he shouted: "Run! Run!"
But gunshots rang out one after another, and one by one, people fell into a pool of blood.
The screams were heard, and when the woman was shot, she knew she would not survive.
Climbing tremblingly to the man who had just protected her with his life, she muttered: "If you confess your love, I will promise you.
If you confess your love, I will promise you."
However, the blood was like flowers and the tears were crystal clear. The person in front of me couldn't finally say that confession.
Life ended so quickly that I couldn't even wait for his confession or her agreement.
On Fengxue's side, listening to the sound of high heels, a pleasant female voice came from over there: "Mysterious man, have you eaten?"
"Eat it, eat it!" Feng Xue said excitedly.
"Your voice is very similar to that of a friend of mine. Unfortunately, you can't hear him and he can't hear your voice.
But when I heard your voice today, I knew that he was coming to wait for me.
There is a new song playing in the dance hall today, and I heard it seems to be a song about love and love."
The sound of talking stopped suddenly, but this time the footsteps continued.
I can feel the footsteps heading towards the big room ahead.
When he walked into this room, he could hear bursts of light music, which was indeed different from what he had heard several times before.
Feng Xue has walked around here again and again, but this is his first time to seep into this room.
There are mottled spots on the walls. Although they have been repaired, they seem to be intentional, and some traces of bullet holes can still be seen vaguely.
These traces seem to tell the tragedy of the past.
Golden Requiem: The voice over there just now was so clear, and it actually said so much. It seems like this is the first time after dozens of laps.
I am a little pineapple: And this time the sound lasted for a long time. If it was usual, it would have been broken long ago.
Nether Maniac: Friends! Fengxue! I just looked carefully at the records of that day. When the shooting happened, new music happened to be playing in the dance hall!
Nether Mania: The woman’s voice just now also mentioned changing the music. Is there any relationship between the two?
Feng Xue would glance at his phone from time to time, and he naturally saw this message.
For a moment, his face turned pale, and then he yelled like crazy: "No! We can't stay here any longer!"
Leave quickly! Otherwise something will happen to you!"
But the music continued, and there was no response. Feng Xue knew that it was impossible for her to hear this kind of language that related to important information.
He couldn't help but hit the wall violently, trying hard to make a louder noise, while Tang Sanmu looked at the screen and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.
Just watch quietly.
"Master Tang! Can you help me, Master Tang? Let my message be passed on so that she can hear my voice!" Feng Xue yelled.
Tang Sanmu just sighed and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, friend Qi, what has happened cannot be changed."
boom!
Just when Feng Xue was beating, a loud noise suddenly came. Feng Xue was so frightened that his whole body trembled, as if he was immersed in the scene.
At this moment, he seemed to see the scene on the dance floor, and saw people's panic and despair.
There is also the scene when the man pushes the woman away, that kind of sadness, that kind of helplessness.
The sadness that could never be said out loud.
Bang bang bang!
Gunshots were fired one after another, and the screams turned the original excitement into a ferocious hell.
The screams covered the music, or rather made the music itself sharper.
"No! No!" shouted the pedestrians coming and going.
But Feng Xue could no longer see this in his eyes. He saw a woman covered in blood, struggling to hold the hand of a man's corpse.
"What you want to say to me has not been said yet." The woman muttered.
There were tears in his eyes, but the cold corpse in front of him finally refused to speak.
This is her obsession, and she cannot let it go no matter life or death.
Feng Xue walked slowly to the woman's side, squatted down gently, and put his hand on her palm.
It was as if I could feel a hint of warmth in the mist.
Of course, the equipment friends could not see this scene, they could only hear the screams around them.
"Look, there seems to be something wrong with the expression on the snow blower friend. Did you see something?"
"Maybe he can see scenes that we can't understand. This is his fate."
"But what kind of fate is this? Is it destined in this life, or in the past life? Can this be considered an arrangement of fate?"
In another time and space, the woman's hands had gradually become stiff, and the killing continued.
In such a desperate situation, some people resisted and rushed forward, preparing to fight hard and take away the murderer's weapon.
At this time, the stiff palms trembled, and the coldness was covered with a touch of warmth.
She raised her head in surprise and asked with difficulty: "Is that you? Are you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, time and space seemed to freeze.
On this dance floor, it seems that there are only the bodies of men on the ground, and a man and a woman in different time and space, becoming eternity!